Devil May Cry

The

BattleGround

Chapter I

Dante struggled to see through the settling dust and debris from the entrance that the mysterious warrior had made. He could not believe his eyes. Was this Demon truly his father?

The tall dark figure arched its wings in the air and floated down from the perch with perfect grace to where Dante lay and Mundus stood. His wings folded and cupped around him, so the only visible features were his feet and the top of his head. Mundus himself could not even believe it. His judgment as to the identity of the winged warrior was just as valid as Dante's at this point. For all he knew, it could just be some low-level demon that was trying to once again rebel against him.

As both Dante and Mundus waited in dyer anticipation, the dust settled. The Demon warrior still remained in his cocoon-like form. Mundus balled his gigantic fists.

"Who are you, Demon?" he hissed, clenching his teeth in anger as he pointed a large finger at the warrior.

The dark warrior remained completely still like some sort of stone carving.

"I am the single Demon who took down the leader of the Underworld many ages ago."

Mundus' eyes widened slightly as the Demon continued to speak.

"I am the single Demon who managed to defeat the Underworld's best champions, escape Hell and raise two hybrid sons that each possess my powers."

Mundus started to shake his stone-carved head slightly, as he already knew what the next words from the Demon's mouth were going to be.

The Demon stretched out his wings, his true form now revealed. He stood at a full seven feet. He was almost entirely jet black, except for his armor, which was outlined in deep purple and red. His charcoal grey face seemed even darker than it should have been because of his spiky silver hair. Two average-sized horns protruded from each side of his forehead above each eye.

The amazing looking Demon reached down to his holster and whipped out the ancient and legendary sword that he had wielded all his life. It was gigantic in size and was black with fleshy red veins crawling up and down it.

"My name is Sparda," he began as he pointed his tremendously large sword at Mundus. His icy blue eyes met with his enemies' orange and red eyes. "And I have come to take your head!"

Dante was awe-stricken. Was he dead? Was he dreaming? Was he losing his mind?

His father slowly stepped forward in Mundus's direction. He looked down at the sword that Mundus was holding. It was Alastor. Sparda frowned.

"I believe you are holding my son's sword." Sparda once again met eyes with his enemy.

Mundus grinned evilly as he glanced at the sword, then at Dante's lifeless body. "Oh, you mean this sword?" He said, taunting Sparda.

Before Sparda could react, Mundus stepped forward and plunged the sword into Dante's heart. Instantly, small spirts of blood began to shoot from Dante's exposed chest and ribs. An agonizing scream pierced the battleground as Dante arched his back from the pain.

Mundus smiled as he twisted the sword left and right, basking in the glory of hearing Dante's cries.

After he was done, he viciously ripped the sword from Dante's body. As Dante lay on the ground, he held up his hand to the blurry image that was his father.

"Father, I…I…" But that was all the Devil Hunter could muster before he coughed up a stream of blood that ran down his cheek. It blended in with all the other streams of dry blood on his face.

Sparda held out his hand, silencing his own son. "Shh, my son. Let the Darkness take you. Let it weave it's way down into your soul."

Dante's reaching hand fell to the rocky floor of the battleground as he felt more intense pains rip through the core of his body. He closed his eyes, then immediately opened them once he heard his father's voice reach his ears again.

"Dante." He said. "I will come for you."

Dante nodded slightly and allowed himself to be taken by the blackness as his pain faded away.

Mundus looked puzzled. He held out his hands and uncurled his fingers. "What, no remorse…no anger? Your son has been slain before your very eyes and all you can do is give him a few final parting words?"

Sparda looked away from his son's body and into Mundus's eyes.

"You and I both know well that I have the power to venture to the Dark Side and bring him back."

Mundus smiled. "Ah yes, but you have forgotten, Legendary Dark Knight, you must first defeat the might of Mundus before that can happen."

Mundus was soon silenced by a swift punch to the face. He staggered back in to a small stone pillar and shattered through it. He hit a stone wall behind it and shook his head in anger.

Sparda swung his mighty sword around in all directions with complete control before snapping it back behind his head.

"I have forgotten nothing, Demon." Mundus growled and charged at Sparda with Alastor ready for his heart.

Sparda grinned as Mundus got closer and closer.

"In the words of my son," he began as he glanced down at his son's body, then back to Mundus.

"Let's rock."

Author's Note: Well, as you can tell, I decided to scrap the whole idea of using this somewhere else down the road. I think it has the potential to become an alright story. I don't think t will be that long, though. Anyway, I'll update it soon. Until then, please Read & Review because I appreciate all of your comments. And, if you have any ideas for this story please tell me in the comments section and I will consider them. It would be cool to make a story with more than just one mind writing it.

-Chris